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Turning Daily Behavior into a Practice

Rechungpa, perk up your ears and listen, my son!

Your ancient father, Milarepa, IAt times do sleep and, while sleeping, I meditateAnd during this sleeping, where sleeping is meditatingI'm using instructions converting this stupor to lightIt's me is the man who has these, others who don'tIf everyone had them, I'd be so happy they did

Your ancient father, Milarepa, IAt times do eat and, while eating, I meditateAnd during this eating, where eating is meditatingFrom instructions I know eating, drinking as ritual feastIt's me is the man who has these, not all who doIf everyone had them, I'd be so happy they did

Your ancient father, Milarepa, IAt times do walk and, while walking, I meditateAnd during this walking, where walking is meditatingFrom instructions I know walking, sitting as ritual rounds14It's me is the man who has these, others who don'tIf everyone had them, I'd be so happy they did

Your ancient father, Milarepa, IAt times do act and, while acting, I meditateAnd during this action, where action is meditationFrom instructions the action releases in pure beingIt's me is the man who has these, not all who doIf everyone had them, I'd be so happy they did

And you too, Rechung my son, should practice like this.And you too, Megom, should wake up and cook the soup!